MHA #6, Friday Morning

[firstofitskind]

So, apparently, if you tipped them well enough, the folks at JGoB were willing to deliver. This was something Liam had discovered fairly soon after he started staying over at Verity's semi-regularly, because the chances of her having actual breakfast food were intermittent at best.

So he had a pot of coffee brewing (and tea for himself, thank you), and a plate of fresh scones waiting for when Verity made her way to the kitchen.

... And a couple of scones for the mice, because shhh.

[ooc: for the one that lives here!]

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[firstofitskind]

A nod, this time. And then, in case there were any lingering doubts, he looked down at the spilled tea on the floor and gave another sad little mew. Such a waste.

[arboreal_priestess]

"Well, that answers that," she said, putting Liam back down onto the chair so that she could sop up all that tea with a handful of paper towels. "Am I going to the store today to get catmint tea bags so you don't have to suffer unduly while you're...like this?"

[firstofitskind]

The answer to that was a satisfied purr as he arranged himself in to a catloaf on the chair.

[arboreal_priestess]

"And fish, I guess," Verity said. "Since I'm pretty sure you'll claw me if I offered you cat food and I don't know what else is good for cats. But if you choke on a bone, I am going to laugh while the mice give you the Heimlich."

This was her life now. And the worst part? It wasn't even all that different from her regular life.